Starry Dream Weaver

On the night of the blood moon in the sky, the three hundred disciples of Xingyun Pavilion turned into ashes. Ning An, the only surviving handyman boy, found half a blood-stained bronze compass in the ruins. The moment his fingertips touched the star pattern - the broken classics were reorganized in the dream, the fallen mountain guardian beast opened its red eyes, and the giant bronze gate guarded by the nine sects for thousands of years roared with hunger deep in the starry sky. How many people's dreams can you tamper with, how many truths can you bury When Ling Wuyue, the chief of the Xuantian Sect, pressed his sword against his throat, Ning An was salvaging the memory fragments of the night of the bleeding moon from her dream. The Twelve Yuan Chen puppets lined up behind him, and the Star Key under the White Tiger Rock screamed. He smiled and crushed the dream butterfly transformed in his palm: Senior sister, the crack in your heart is crying. On the day when the Star Vault Forum was launched, all the monks in the Sky Vault Continent had the same dream: the young man in white stood on the top of the clouds with his feet on the galaxy, and the huge bronze door slowly opened behind him. The chain stretched out from the door was wrapped around the Nascent Soul of the nine major sect leaders, and the sigh of the first Star Meteor Pavilion master came from three thousand years ago: The blood moon was never a natural disaster... It was Star Vault's judgment on the life-stealers. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.